i should be studying french, but instead i am listening to jesse mccartney, talking to trai and loretta. lalala

i am excited to wear my dress. if nathan tells me that if i go back to toronto and i have a chance to wear it, i'll go back. he thinks i want to go to western and look good for other people or something like that which is far from what i want to do. i just want to wear that god damn thing. yeah.

i want to wear it with my boots and tie some hippy thing around my head, wear my aviators and prance around a field like a prairie princess. then nathan can smoke that stupid joint and not look out of place in my imagination. and we'll travel around in a wagon.

today i went to 5 min of bullshit class. 5 min of sitting there watching my prof fiddle around with his laptop and then he told us to go. then my econ class is canceled. so i just went home -_-.

i always thought professors made a lot of money and were mad smart or w/e. but from my profs it seems like they're really nothing -_-. maybe ill be an environmental professor when i'm older. i dont do jack poop and make money.